Once on Halloween so dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Of evil horcruxes so wicked and the outcome of the war;
Eagerly I wished the morrow, would bring the book to end our sorrow,
When came a prose of our Mooney, Mooney and his dear Lenore,
How false Wormtail meets harsh justice with the help of fair Lenore
And goes to hell forevermore.